They stared at each other. Her heart was pounding so loud that it drowned out the sounds coming from the garage. “Do I wait here for my car?” she asked when she finally found her voice to speak.
Pipe stared at her for a moment. “Come on.” He extended his hand. “I’ll take you a tour. We got plenty of places to fuck on the compound.”
“I’m not having SEX with you!” She took his hand and he helped her up from the chair.
“Yeah, you are, sooner or later. No woman can resist my pipe!”
***
“I take it the Hells Vipers don’t recruit anyone under six feet tall?” Ella asked with a laugh as a tall man walked by them.
“Our club president is only about five-foot-nine. He’s the meanest motherfucker around here. That guy isn’t a Hells Viper by the way. He just works here.”
“Oh, so is the club president meaner than you?”
“Me? I’m a lover not a fighter.” Pipe smiled as he led her through the locked gate and then to the club house.
Ella stopped just as he entered. “If I go in there, you swear that I’ll come out alive and unscathed?”
“It’s daytime, sweetie, no one here to violate you but me!” he joked.
She hesitated. He cocked an eyebrow, then stepped back next to her. “Never mind, I thought you might want to sit down on a chair that wasn’t broken while we get your car ready.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me in there, right?”
“Look, I know what everyone thinks, but we do have lives outside of screwing the random maiden in distress. Do you want to sit down or not?”
“Yes, I do.” Her heart was beating fast and she couldn’t catch her breath as she followed him inside the clubhouse. It was cleaner than she imagined but the smell of beer and cigarettes along with the familiar scent of marijuana faintly filled the air. Several members glanced in their direction, then went back to their conversations.
“Have a seat!” he said, taking her into a room and shutting the door. Inside were a sectional sofa and several comfortable-looking chairs, as well as a flat-screen television on the wall that was connected to a game system.
“Is this the entertainment room?” she asked without sitting down.
“Kind of.”
She hadn’t noticed the small refrigerator in the corner until Pipe reached in and took out a beer. “You want something to drink? I got beer, some water bottles in here and that looks to be about it.”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
Pipe stepped in closer to her.
Ella didn’t move. She didn’t run for the door and he liked that about her. She might be afraid of the big bad biker, but she wasn’t about to let it show, too much. Smart move on her part.
“Do you really like this life?” She studied him. If he shaved, put on a suit, he really would be a very attractive man. Nothing was going to take away the fact that he was a member of a motorcycle gang.
“Yes, I do.”
“Why, because it’s exciting?”
“We’re family. It’s good to be with like-minded people with a common goal: Loyalty to the club.”
“Should you be drinking on the job? You are a full-time employee, remember,” she joked.
“It’s my break time.” Pipe smirked
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Must be nice to be able to drink on the job,” she grinned.
He chanced it and cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her soundly on the lips.
She didn’t slap him or push him away so he guided her backward to the sofa using his body. He sat his beer down on the end table without taking his mouth from her lips. He then maneuvered his hands up to her breasts and cupped her delicious mounds. He took his mouth from hers and stared into her eyes unwavering.
“I want you, but if you want me to stop, I’ll understand,” he said, keeping his voice low and as non-threatening as possible.
“I’m a big girl, Pipe; I can handle myself. If I fuck you, it doesn’t mean anything. I’m not your girl. I don’t want you coming by my house. It’s just fucking.”
“Just fucking is fine by me.” His muscles twitched in his jaw as he fought to control himself. “Take your dress off,” he commanded.
He saw a flash of uncertainty appear in her eyes. He kept his position for a moment before he moved back several inches. She hesitated but she reached behind her and started removing her dress. It slid off her shoulders, and she wiggled her hips slightly and let it fall to the floor.
She had a look like, “What am I getting myself into?” on her face. It made her seem even more exposed and that turned Pipe on. He was going to do his best to not lose control, but he wanted to fuck her until she lay sweaty, weak and drained, then fuck her some more.
Her creamy sun-kissed skin looked delicious. She wore a nude-colored thong. Maybe she had been expecting more to happen today. She was about to get it whether she was prepared for it or not. His cock was already hard and it was taking all he had in him not to throw her down and hogtie her with his leather belt.
“I want to see all of you. Take everything off,” he ordered her.
She squinted as she looked at him. “Wait, this, this is, I don’t know. Don’t you want to just kiss me and we just, start?”
Maybe he had overplayed his hand and misjudged her but his instinct about her told him no. She might not be a Snake Swallower, but Ella and all of her attitude was just as horny as he was. She only needed a nudge in the correct direction. “Never mind. I’m not playing this game with you. It’s getting old. I don’t take directions from women. If we’re going to fuck, we do it my way or you leave. What’s it going to be?” he asked her.
“What?” she didn’t know where to put her hands; either pull her dress back up or leave it down. Part of her liked his tone; part of her was offended by it.
He smiled and relaxed his intense stance slightly. “You’re beautiful and I want to watch you strip. Is that so bad?”
She gave him a shy smile as she shook her head. He nearly let out a growl as she looked up at him. “I want you!” he said in a harsh whisper as he put his hand on her cheek, caressing her face. Then he let his hand drift down to her shoulder. “Now take your panties off for me. Let me take you in with my eyes before I take your body.”
“You are an extremely confident man.”
Pipe smiled with a nod; she had no idea how dominating he could be. He took his hand from her body and casually stood in front of her, pretending to wait patiently. In truth, she had about another minute and he was going to rip off her panties himself.
Slowly, seductively, she let her hands hitch into the waistband of her panties, which she played with, then teased him with a smile before sliding them down her legs.
He couldn’t help himself as he bent over and took one of her perky nipples in his mouth. She arched her back, closed her eyes and moaned. Her skin was so silky soft, as his mouth left her nipple and traced a line up to the nape of her neck.
His doubts about making a mistake had vanished and were long forgotten. He pinched her nipple hard and she let out a tiny scream. Pipe smiled again as he squeezed he whole breast and watched the ecstasy and pain jet to her face and linger there. He dropped his hand and slipped it suddenly between her legs, grabbing her pussy.
She sucked in her breath as she leaned forward slightly. He wanted to taste her, make her moan, feel her hot juices all over his hand, his face, but not before he felt her luscious mouth on his cock.
He gathered her hair up in his hands and ordered her to suck it as he pushed her down onto her knees. She obediently took his already hard cock in her wet mouth, and Pipe finally let himself moan out loud. He pushed her head forward until she was gagging on his hardness. He wanted her to take all of him. He knew that his length and size would be difficult but that made it more enjoyable.
“Good girl!” he said as he grabbed her head again and pushed her back down into the same position.
He slid himself in and out of her, rocking his h
ips back and forth as she sucked him down as best as she could while gasping for air. Then he stopped. He lifted her to her feet. Spit dripped down her face as he kissed her long and hard before pushing her down onto the sofa. He knelt down and kissed her. It was gentle, yet still domineering.
He sucked on her bottom lip as he cupped her pussy with his hand and glided his fingers over her clit before his fingers found her opening. Soon, she was wet and squirming against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers.
His mouth traced its way down her face to her succulent breasts then onto her stomach. The heat coming from between her legs was drawing him there for a much-needed taste. His lips replaced his finger on her clit and she rose up off the sofa, then back down again, as he began to suck her sweet spot. He felt her hand on the back of his head pushing him against her pussy.
For now he would allow her slight aggressive motion, but her punishment would be that he would not let her cum, at least not now. He shortened his time on her pussy, much to his own regret, before he climbed on top of her. He reached over her head and into the bowl of condoms on the table, grabbing one and putting it on before rubbing the head of his cock against her slick opening and pushing inside her.
He crushed his mouth against hers. They lasted a minute on the sofa before he pulled out and lifted her up and put her on the floor, flipping her over and bringing her to her knees doggy style. Her breasts hung down as she dug her fingers into the carpet when he rammed his cock into her tight cunt. He slapped her ass hard, over and over again with such force that her cheeks flamed red with his hand print.
Pipe roughly pulled both of her arms back behind her, pushing her forward, tits out, face down, ass up, constricting her by his sheer strength. She cried out as he pounded himself harder and harder into her wet cunt. His balls slapped against her skin with every thrust as he fucked her pussy.
He rode her hard, and her cries engulfed the air as he felt her body spasm and squeeze down on his cock. She jerked and twitched as her orgasm ravished her, and it was enough to send him over the edge. He yelled out, came, then collapsed forward, pushing them both onto the floor. He rolled off and rested there. Then he flipped her over onto her back and kissed her, their tongues invading each other’s mouths as he wrapped his fingers into her curly hair.
“Thanks for the fuck!” he said and smirked as he let her go.
Ella swung over and poked him in the side. “Don’t be vulgar.”
“You said it was just fucking. I’m being polite by saying thank you!” Pipe took the condom off and laid it on the floor.
“Whatever! What’s your name?” She looked back at him as she reached for her dress.
“Pipe.”
“Don’t be an ass. Your real name, what is it?”
“I’ll tell you if we fuck again sometime,” Pipe laughed.
“Come on, I’m serious. What is it? Tell me so I won’t feel like such a whore.”
Pipe stood up. “It’s Patrick Delaney.”
Ella moved her head back in shock. “That’s a nice name, rugged and sexy. Why on earth would you call yourself Pipe?”
“You liked the pipe or else you wouldn’t have asked my name,” he said and cracked a smile.
She let out a long breath of air. “Whatever. Is my car ready, you think?” She stood up and slipped her dress back on.
“Yeah, it’s ready now.”
Chapter Seven
In the air tonight
The first time Nuke was arrested, he was eleven years old. The police entered their house with his mother’s and stepfather’s permission. His family was afraid of him even back then. The police went up the stairs to his room, dragged him out of bed and threw him on the floor. They cuffed him and took him down to the police car. He remembered staring out of the window as they drove to the station. It was storming, raining so hard that it reminded him of something he’d heard once. When it storms, it means that God is pissing down on all of us because we’re ignorant fools.
A week and a half after Holden showed up, Nuke cleaned up as well as a tattooed, convicted felon and member of an outlaw motorcycle club member could. He didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself than needed. He drove the two and a half hours to Indianapolis in his truck. He then drove to the mall where Nick Kordell owned a kiosk. Then his plan was to drive later on in the day to the car lot Kordell also owned.
Everything about Holden and his story felt wrong; still, if even a small fraction of what Holden said had a hint of the truth to it, Nuke had to be certain that his mother and sister were out of harm’s way. They might not get along, but he’d never let an innocent person die.
It took only about fifteen minutes before he realized that he still hated the mall and apparently he had overestimated what he needed to wear. He took a seat in the food court near the restrooms, which gave him a clear view of the kiosk. The mini store was called Indigo and sold jewelry and purses, just like Tech had said.
He watched the kiosk as a group of teenage girls, who were obviously skipping school, watched him. The group consisted of three white girls and a black girl. All the girls had the bodies of grown women despite their youth. One of the girls, a strawberry blonde, wore jeans so tight they had to be cutting off her circulation. She kept on smiling at him, then she’d look at her friends and they would all giggle. No way in hell if he had a daughter would he let her out of the house dressed like that.
An hour and a half later he decided to change his position. He moved to the second level and sat down at one of the tables that surrounded the upper deck. From there, he got a bird’s-eye view of Indigo. Finally, after Nuke had spent three hours in the mall, Kordell showed up.
He recognized him because Tech had found photos of him and his family advertising his car lot. He was an average-looking man, dressed casually. He looked like a high school English teacher. Seeing him in person, Nuke was even more positive now that Holden was involved in something he shouldn’t be and Nick Kordell was an innocent bystander in the whole thing.
Kordell’s employee greeted him with hugs and Nuke could hear the worker expressing condolences about Kordell’s wife.
Nuke had seen people fake tears and grief before, but Kordell wasn’t one of them. He was truly upset. He didn’t stay long; he was in and out in less than ten minutes. Nuke followed him outside and watched him get into a car. Inside the vehicle was a pretty blonde girl, eighteen at the most. She was the stepdaughter and for someone whose mother had just been murdered, she looked bored, not like she was grieving.
In his hours of observation of Indigo, he’d noticed that the store did a lot of business for a mall kiosk that sold handmade jewelry and purses. The merchandise was cheap and he saw repeat customers, which was odd enough. Indigo sold more purses than jewelry, from what he had seen, and these weren’t nice leather purses. They were poorly made bags out of cheap fabric. To Nuke, it was obvious that Indigo was selling drugs right inside the mall. It was also obvious that Nick Kordell was completely oblivious to it, too.
The car lot was nothing special. They had some decent vehicles, one of which he test drove with a sincere interest in bringing Jasmine back to look at it. It was an average car lot that did an average amount of business. Nothing about Holden and Nick Kordell was making sense. Nick Kordell didn’t seem like the kind of man who sold drugs or killed people. He also didn’t seem like the kind of man who would hire someone to do the dirty deed.
Nuke phoned Medic and had him move Holden to a motel. This got Holden away from the club. Whatever he was up to, Nuke didn’t want it blowing back on his club brothers. He still wasn’t sure what that was, but he was going to find out. He needed more information before he made a move for or against Holden.
The rain started to pour down again. The sky was trying to tell Nuke to go home, but he didn’t listen to the obvious, more dominant voices in his head. He climbed into his truck and headed to Kordell’s house. The downpour made it difficult to see the streets, but luckily, the GPS got him to
his destination.
He figured that Kordell was a man who was getting played by Holden. Holden was probably acting like a wannabe drug dealer and using Kordell’s kiosk to move the merchandise while he banged his wife. Odds were, Holden actually owed his supplier money and whatever amount he’d stolen from Kordell wasn’t enough. So the supplier took a few shots at him. Gracie may have been in on it, but Nuke seriously doubted it. His brother didn’t have money and Gracie Kordell liked the finer things in life. She wouldn’t have left Nick Kordell for his brother. Gracie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hell, for all he knew, Holden might not have been screwing Gracie at all and made that part up to make his story sound more believable.
Before Nuke confronted Holden, he needed to be positive about his theory that Kordell was innocent in Holden’s scheme. He’d told Holden that he was going to Kordell’s house to speak with him. In reality, he was going to search his house just to make sure that Kordell was as legit as he appeared to be.
He put on a pair of gloves and waited until just after three a.m. when Kordell’s’ house was quiet. Then he walked around to the back of the house and let himself in. Immediately, there was a familiar smell in the air and it hit him like a ton of bricks. It was an odor that he knew up close and in person. The aroma was so overwhelming that Nuke took a step back: death.
Kordell was lying on the living room floor, covered in blood. There were stab wounds to his chest and a one-inch slit across his throat. First, his wife had been murdered, and now, Nick Kordell had joined her in a gruesome end.
Nuke backed up, making sure that he didn’t touch anything in the house, gloves or not. Movement caught his eye and he turned to look toward the stairs as someone switched a light on.
The stepdaughter that he’d seen in the vehicle waiting on Kordell was standing on the stairs staring at him. The moment was beyond unnerving and weird. For someone who was looking at a stranger in her house and the body of her dead stepfather, she was nowhere near being shocked. She appeared to have been waiting for him. He also noticed that her hair was wet and dripping onto the pink tank top she had on. He looked her up and down. She wore a pair of panties that matched the tank top but that’s not what had his attention. All of her was wet, not just her hair but her entire body, right down to the tips of her toes. His mind was trying to sort out what he was looking at when she began to scream.
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